The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-07-06

humor--1 could not help but laugh IN
my sleeve at the trick we were going to
play on him. To earn O hundred dol
lars and be revenged on your enemy at
the Same time is enough to make any
body cheerful, end Miss Philpot had no
occasion to complain OF inattention on
my part, when in course OF the even
ing claimed her for partner.
! danced her and iced her and /
walked her four thousand miles, /
firmly believe, around the big con-
servatory. ! frequently caught the
majors eye, but he smiled the broadcast
kind of approval, and long before sup
per- time had earned tho undying ha-
tired Of score of young fellows who
envied mo my good luck in putting tho
rest OF her admirers in the shade-so
to speak. As the hour grew later, l
noticed Miss Philpot began to cast fur
tive chances toward the little study.
The major, busy with his guests, still
took time to send me two lines by o
servant, bidding me to be on my guard.
l determined not to take my eyes OIL
his hayward daughter, and though it
was impossible to be constantly at her
side, still I lowered near enough to see
every motion on her part. What puz-
zled me most was the fact that, contrary
to our expectation, she made no motion
to leave the parlors. 1t was long past
9 o'clock. The dancers had tired them
selves out and were now scattered here
and there in the dressing rooms, or
stood wrapped and ready to make their
adieux. The time had come, if at all,
when the eIopement would be attempt
ed. gradually approached Miss Phil.
pot, but crowd Of people were around
her.
Carriage for the Misses Fenton, |"
"carriage for Col. Bellairs," carriage
for Mr. Parkinson and ladies'" cried
number of voices at once, and stream
of people dfifted down the broad steps.
Miss Philpot languidly advanced into
the hall. followed closely. She was
without the prescribed dark wrap and
the tuberosies. She seemed not to
have the slightest idea of running away
with Mr.. Philkins. Was it all mis-
take of the majors excited fancy after
all? I could not help but think so.
Still, l waited. Miss Philpot lifted her
head and glanced casually in my direc-
ton. The stream OF people melted
away from before her. AS l pushed
my way through tho crowd that surged
into the broad hall, she stepped near
the wide open door. A roll of carpet
ing had been laid down the steps and
across the pavement. worked my
way toward her, determined to keep
her within reaching distance. At that
moment barouche dashed up, and
halted suddenly opposite Miss Philpot.
Carriage for Catherwood, cried the
driver. The door opened, as if by
magic--a tall form sprang out
Miss Philpot glided forward. At
that instant recognized Mr.. Pilkins.
"No, you don't" said 1, clutching at
Miss Philpot's flowing robe, rs she flew
toward HIM. The tilmy dress gave way
in ny hand; the carriage door closed
upsl her white figure and the driver
put whip to the horses. A hack stood
next in line.
"Fifty dollars to you IL you follow
and overtake that carriage" yelled to
the driver and jumped into the vehicle.
We tore down the street like mad,
leaving Maj. Philpot standing ut his
deserted home filling henight air with
imprecations. The fight and the
pursuit had taken place in much less
time than it takes ME to tell it now.
1t had been almost instantaneous in its
quickness, and I did not like to be
baked at this stage in the game.
Where now was revenge, and where,
too, were my hundred dollars? Como
what would, I determind at all hazards
to overtake the runaway.
: clay on the whip" cried to my
driver.
"The horses are in dead run, " he an
swered back. "We amt more than 0
half block behind Mr.. Pilkins."
"Then you recognized Pilkins?"
"Qh, yes"
"Keep 'em in sight, and il they stop
at any place, increase your speed and
catch up with them"
We raced down Broad street, turned
the corner Of Fourth, and headed for
the river.
"Wher9 can that Internal fellow bo
going?" thought, watching anxiously
the carriage as it dashed over the road
in advance Of us. We chased them for
nearly an hour, when / perceived that
we were gaining perccptibly. The
driver Of the barouche noticed it, and
pulled up suddenly in the middle OF the
road
I'D like to know what in the deuce
you fellows are racing me for at this
time of the night" cried he.
81 want Miss Philpot." retorted,